Sultry_Shade
The shadow that I am
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Abduction
As the battle nears the Seraph he catches one final glimpse of the Incubus holding the Demonina tight in his ebon claws, as she rouses from her unconscious state. In this infinite moment frozen, her bottomless jade idol eyes meet his, and his mind burns with images of a thousand beautiful winged, scarlet skinned women incinerated in jet flames. Their screams fill his ears, becoming one scream issuing from the Demonette’s mulberry lips as the Incubus closes the shadows of reality around them and they vanish from view.
Seconds before the Celestial finds himself embroiled with the Dark Master’s blood children he hears one final plea from the beyond, a voice a wealth of infernal beauty. “Find me, help me, please.” And there is numbing silence.
Absolute stillness, the chill of the void coalesces about them as she struggles against the Incubus’ iron band grip. They move, yet are motionless, it is the evil conjuring of his kind, spiriting her away to his keep within the trenches of Tartarus. He speaks not a word to her, easily handling her useless thrashing as a man would a child.
Helplessness, not a familiar condition to the Demoness incites her rage further, if only she were strong. If only he had not surprised her. If only she had never fallen prey to the loneliness of eternity. For this she cursed her heart, where it currently lay in its velvet box beneath the ebon altar at the foot of her majestic bed, home in the fiery plains.
Arriving, the land easily light as the fall of a dandelion seed, the dark god’s hooves clattering on the cold stone path leading to the grand portcullis of the Keep. His eyes glow with damnation and the doors fall open as if afraid of that hell bound gaze. He moves with confident grace despite his burden, carrying the demoness as if she weighed no more then a bat wing.
Without warning his voice cuts the crystalline silence that had up until this point encased them. “You know I do not need your precious heart to hurt you demon slut. Every one of your sisters shed real tears and bore my marks with blood curdling cries before meeting their ends. All without the useless incarnation of their emotions. So do not think I cannot torture you without that silly lump of flesh, for I can, o indeed I can, and most of all, will.” His diatribe is followed by a round of raspy laughter that leaves her cold but insanely angry.
She bites back any response, not wanting to give in and give him the satisfaction of her reaction. He continues, perhaps spurred by her silence, “You have realized that you now exist solely on the whim of my discretion. I would expect better behavior from you.” He emphasizes this with a squeeze applied to her tattered wing, making her wince.
“Still no words for me demon whore, well we shall see how long your quite lasts.” With this he kicks open a door to a vast stairway leading to the bowels of the fortress. Into the pit they go, her body bouncing painfully with each step. After an agonizingly long descent they reach the dungeon and the Incubus again chuckles, his hand randomly stroking the smooth curve of her ass.
“We have arrived, my pet.” The arrogance drips from his words, this and his touch causing the demonatrix to grind her teeth in mute frustration.
As the battle nears the Seraph he catches one final glimpse of the Incubus holding the Demonina tight in his ebon claws, as she rouses from her unconscious state. In this infinite moment frozen, her bottomless jade idol eyes meet his, and his mind burns with images of a thousand beautiful winged, scarlet skinned women incinerated in jet flames. Their screams fill his ears, becoming one scream issuing from the Demonette’s mulberry lips as the Incubus closes the shadows of reality around them and they vanish from view.
Seconds before the Celestial finds himself embroiled with the Dark Master’s blood children he hears one final plea from the beyond, a voice a wealth of infernal beauty. “Find me, help me, please.” And there is numbing silence.
Absolute stillness, the chill of the void coalesces about them as she struggles against the Incubus’ iron band grip. They move, yet are motionless, it is the evil conjuring of his kind, spiriting her away to his keep within the trenches of Tartarus. He speaks not a word to her, easily handling her useless thrashing as a man would a child.
Helplessness, not a familiar condition to the Demoness incites her rage further, if only she were strong. If only he had not surprised her. If only she had never fallen prey to the loneliness of eternity. For this she cursed her heart, where it currently lay in its velvet box beneath the ebon altar at the foot of her majestic bed, home in the fiery plains.
Arriving, the land easily light as the fall of a dandelion seed, the dark god’s hooves clattering on the cold stone path leading to the grand portcullis of the Keep. His eyes glow with damnation and the doors fall open as if afraid of that hell bound gaze. He moves with confident grace despite his burden, carrying the demoness as if she weighed no more then a bat wing.
Without warning his voice cuts the crystalline silence that had up until this point encased them. “You know I do not need your precious heart to hurt you demon slut. Every one of your sisters shed real tears and bore my marks with blood curdling cries before meeting their ends. All without the useless incarnation of their emotions. So do not think I cannot torture you without that silly lump of flesh, for I can, o indeed I can, and most of all, will.” His diatribe is followed by a round of raspy laughter that leaves her cold but insanely angry.
She bites back any response, not wanting to give in and give him the satisfaction of her reaction. He continues, perhaps spurred by her silence, “You have realized that you now exist solely on the whim of my discretion. I would expect better behavior from you.” He emphasizes this with a squeeze applied to her tattered wing, making her wince.
“Still no words for me demon whore, well we shall see how long your quite lasts.” With this he kicks open a door to a vast stairway leading to the bowels of the fortress. Into the pit they go, her body bouncing painfully with each step. After an agonizingly long descent they reach the dungeon and the Incubus again chuckles, his hand randomly stroking the smooth curve of her ass.
“We have arrived, my pet.” The arrogance drips from his words, this and his touch causing the demonatrix to grind her teeth in mute frustration.
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